A poem about a man watching snow in the middle of the night.

1, spring returns to the grass pavilion, Mei moves first, and the full moon is full of snow.

Two Poems on Yuan from Wang Shouren in Ming Dynasty.

Today is the Lantern Festival in my hometown. I am lonely, lonely, lonely and desolate village. Fortunately, there are books left to accompany me, and I am glad that no horse was invited to travel.

Spring has come, the grass pavilion is full of plum blossoms, and the moon is not soluble in the courtyard. At this time, the hall of Yuyao's hometown is brightly lit, and all my brothers are here. My parents must miss me very much in this remote place.

Explanation:

Today is the Lantern Festival in my hometown, but I sit alone in a desolate village. Fortunately, I have the rest of the scriptures as my companion, and I am glad that there are no chariots and horses to invite me to travel. Spring has come, the grass pavilion and plum blossoms are the first to bloom, the moonlight shines on the empty courtyard, and the snow has not melted. At this time, Yuyao's home hall was brightly lit and all his brothers were there. My parents must really want me to be far away alone.

2. The laurel bush in front of the courtyard was loosened by the snow, and the sarong hung under the porch.

From Liu Yuxi's Change Clothes in Tang Dynasty

Boshan incense burner wafted fragrant incense, and red candle led the emperor's son to Shang Yixuan. The night is long, the sky is not clear, and the cold geese have passed.

Snowflakes, pine branches and snowflakes in front of the courtyard are in harmony with the lanterns in the porch. The guests were still drinking and reveling, and the curtain of music was played.

Explanation:

There was a fragrant mist floating in the Boshan furnace, and Zifu led Emperor Wu to light a red candle and came to Shang Yixuan. The night is long, the day is not clear, and the cold geese have passed. Snowflakes are falling in front of the courtyard, and pine trees and laurels are snowing, which complement the lanterns under the porch. The guests in the class are still drinking and having fun, and the music in the curtain is disturbing.

3, there are oranges in the snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout. Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year.

Answering Yuan Zhen by Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty

There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout.

Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year. I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late.

Explanation:

I really doubt whether the spring breeze can reach this remote mountain city. It's already February, and I still can't see a flower. Some branches were bent by unmelted snow, and last year's oranges were still hanging on the branches; The cold weather and the vibration of spring thunder seem to be urging bamboo shoots to sprout quickly.

Sleepless at night, the geese returning to the north reminded me of endless homesickness; After a long illness, it was the Spring Festival, and all the scenery in front of me touched my heart. I have seen enough peony flowers in various forms in Luoyang. Although the wild flowers here bloom late, what is there to be sad and stunned about?

In the cold light of endless snow, the high flags on the three borders rise like dawn.

The Book of Records by Zuyong in Tang Dynasty.

Shocked to see out, China people tremble with fear, the original Korean army camp. Snow covered the cold, cold brightness, and the frontier light shone on the flag.

The battle of the battlefield covers the frontier fortress moon, and the South Bohai Mountain surrounds Jicheng. Although young people don't like joining the army, I want to learn to volunteer for academic fame.

Explanation:

I was shocked when I boarded Yantai and looked out. The noisy place turned out to be Hanjiang barracks. The snow in Wan Li is covered with cold and cold light, and the flag is fluttering in the morning. The battlefield was ablaze, the moon covered the border, and the North Yunshan in the South Bohai Sea guarded Jimen City. Although I didn't join the army as a teenager as Ban Chao did, I want to join the army and become famous voluntarily.

5, Jiang Ying plum thin, four dust-free, snowy, night windows like day.

From Lv Zugao's "He Xinlang Embracing Liu Qianfeng" in the Song Dynasty.

Holding the willow before the wind, he asked Yan Yi if he had been on the boat recently. The ebb and flow of the moon gives birth to infinite things, and the tea smoke has not been scattered for a long time. The perch remains unchanged. However, fame and fortune are never wrong. Who will follow romantic love? Hate the past and the present, scratch your head.

Jiang Yingmei's flowers are thin, four dustless, snowy, and the night window is like day. Wanli Gankun saved the fisherman and gave it to him. It's also the time to write poetry. Flapping seagulls and herons, saying I am grateful for the New Year. Fly over me, * * * nine nine.

Explanation:

Holding the willow swaying in the wind, I asked the scorpion skin and Ye Zhou that day, have you been here recently? Lu Guimeng usually uses a pen bed and tea stove, which is not dusty. After more than 300 years, it floats on Songjiang and Taihu Lake, year after year, and again and again. It seems that the tea and cigarettes of this Jianghu scattered people in those days have been scattered for a long time.

But where are the ears of the field at this time? However, people often mistake it for fame and fortune, and touch the three halls to destroy the ancestral hall. I don't know who else will inherit the character of "three highs" in the future. Throughout the ages, there are endless regrets, all of which vanish when scratching their heads. There is a line of geese flying in the air, and their shadows are reflected on the river. The plum blossoms on the riverside are withered, and the fields are bright and clean. There is no dust, the wind blows the snow, and the snow-white color sets off the night window Ming Che, as if it were day.

This unique Wan Li Gankun is still entrusted to a fisherman's fishing rod. This is the time to arouse people's interest in poetry and start writing poetry. Suddenly, I patted the railing of the snow fishing pavilion, called the gull heron flying in the air, and agreed with it that I would come here to be a fisherman for another year. Gulls passed by and we drank sake.